Yun Qinglan's heart raced, his throat gently bobbing as he softly said, "Mm, you are not drunk."
He had never seen her drunk before.
In this moment, even her brows and eyes carried a touch of lazy charm.
The candlelight danced on her slightly flushed cheeks, accentuating her delicate skin, making it more vivid and lively.
Yun Qinglan couldn't help but lighten his breath, afraid of disturbing the beauty of the moment.
"Yaoyao, can we form a Contract tonight?"
Even now, Yun Qinglan treated Su Muyao with careful reverence.
He clumsily helped her undo the pearl hairpins.
Her black hair cascaded like a waterfall, with a sweet fragrance, entangling his fingertips and his heart string.
The affection in his heart spread like ripples on a lake caressed by the spring breeze, layer by layer.
Su Muyao reached out and actively wrapped her arms around Yun Qinglan's neck, her eyes shimmering, her lips gently landing on his throat as she murmured, "Okay."
Boom!
